All Chapters of The Billionaire's Accidental Baby: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The knock at 7:30 AM was not soft like Genevieve's.It was precise. Two knocks, pause, one knock. Like someone who has a system.Flatbush Apt 1B was still on the floor. Tabarola shop bigger table with seven new Tupperware sets from Genevieve's 6 AM store run, old lids and new lids mixed, blue crayon stew, red crayon rice, green crayon meat. Seven blueberries per pancake counted one by one on plate in middle. Four hands on bump had just been there — Jasmine, Lila, Damian, Genevieve. Lila CEO with Tabarola hat, Genevieve white pantsuit wrinkled with lid hat that fell off, Damian sock on one foot bare on other, Jasmine unpacked now, Ankara gown hung, Ghana-Must-Go bag folded under bed.Mr. G had just shouted from hallway about rent and bigger house for nine and bunk beds for seven, and everyone laughed.Then precise knock. Two, pause, one.Damian knew that knock. He stood up fast from floor, sock foot slipping a little on crayon."Mama."He opened door.Mama Damian stood in hallway of Fl

At 9:00 AM Flatbush Apt 4D had a real table.Not floor table. Not Tabarola lid table. Real table that came with bigger house. Landlord left it because previous tenant left it because it was too heavy to carry down three floors in elevator that doesn't work. Real table, wood, scratched, but real.On real table was contract. White paper, black print, $4,300 per month, three bedrooms, big living room floor, big wall for J + L + 7 drawing, real kitchen not corner, fridge that doesn't hum loud, two burners that work, closet that closes, window facing street not brick wall.Landlord stood at real table. He is small man, bald, keys jangling, same landlord for whole Flatbush building, owns 1B and 4D and all. He knows Mr. G because Mr. G pays rent late but always pays.He put contract on real table and put pen next to it."Sign," he said. "Nine people, free rent forever needs signature? No, $4,300 needs signature every month. Mama pays? Mama signs."Mama Damian sat at real table, black dress,

The contract was still on the real table, but nobody was looking at it anymore.The new house was quiet. The kind of quiet that happens when everyone hears something they were not supposed to hear but needed to hear.In the real kitchen doorway, Mama was standing with her handbag still on the counter, and Genevieve was standing next to her holding the new Tupperware sets for the Tabarola shop. They had both been listening from the doorway. The bigger floor carries sound.Jasmine was still forehead to forehead with Damian at the real table, tears on his expensive shoes, hands on her bump. Twins inside. Both his. One night in December, penthouse floor, drunk, crying, cleaning girl sat with him. Only she knew for seven months while being nanny, while finding socks, while making rice when he forgot to eat, while singing on fever night, while playing shop on the floor everyday with her bag packed.Lila was the only one who didn't understand quiet. She was CEO. CEO doesn't do quiet.She cli

The new house didn't feel new anymore.It felt like waiting room.The real table had nothing on it now. No contract. Mama put the contract in her handbag grocery bag, folded, forever signatures inside. The Tabarola shop was still spread on the bigger floor, old lids and new Tupperware sets, but nobody was playing. Lila was sitting on the bigger floor with her lids untouched. Genevieve was in the real kitchen not making anything, just holding a cup. Mama was on the real kitchen counter stool, black dress, pearls, handbag grocery bag closed.Jasmine was in the bigger room, closet closes, window facing street, Ghana-Must-Go bag folded under bed, Ankara gown hanging, twins big, both his, one night December penthouse floor drunk crying cleaning girl sat with him consensual one time became twins only she knew for seven months while being nanny and taking care like hers with bag packed.Damian was by the window in the living room, expensive shoes on, Rich CEO shoes, phone in hand. Williams C

The new house had too many socks now.Not missing socks, found socks. Rich CEO found socks under bed like she found his socks everyday since March. Real kitchen made rice, not just when he forgot to eat, but when she needed to eat, twins big both his both hers, results both his, forever signatures in Mama's handbag grocery bag.Mama said new house needs air.Not Febreze and crayons air, real air. Outside air. Vacation air.She said Rich CEO works too much, Yaba girl carries twins both his both hers and takes care like hers since first night December penthouse floor drunk crying cleaning girl sat with him consensual one time became twins only she knew for seven months with bag packed, CEO needs shop bigger than bigger floor.So they travel out.Not small travel, Rich CEO travel. Private, but Lila said private is boring, she wants window.Damian, Jasmine, Lila. Mama said go have fun, Genevieve said she will watch new house closet closes window street Ghana-Must-Go bag folded under bed u